My Brilliant Friends
My Brilliant Friends When I was younger, I was skeptical of the friendships I saw portrayed on TV. Very few felt similar to my own. Even as a child, I knew...
How To Disappear
How to Disappear I’m trying to be online less. It’s not going well. The way Millennials and Gen Xers talk about the internet is like hearing Baby Boomers...
To The Nines
To The Nines I’m turning thirty-nine in two weeks and I’m not sure how I feel about it. I’ve never been a fan of the nines, age-wise. No one who is nineteen,...
Splits
Splits One of my first attempts at writing YA fiction was a semi-autobiographical coming-of-age novel that was, and remains, pretty terrible. It was one of...
Resolution
Resolution We’re a few weeks into January. How are you doing on your resolutions? If asked, I say I never make any even though I do. I always have a few:...
A Skeptic’s Guide to Bad Movies, or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love, Actually
A Skeptic’s Guide to Bad Movies, or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love, Actually I blame the podcast, How Did This Get Made, really. How Did This Get...
The Scary Things
The Scary Things I’ve been a writer for about twenty years. Not counting the occasional story or poem I may have written as a child, I started writing in...
Liner Notes
Liner Notes Every so often I’ll see a tweet that says something like “Super excited about my new couch! If teenage-me could see me now she'd be so...
The Summer(s) of My Discontent
The Summer(s) of My Discontent A few weeks ago a meme was going around of a Joan Didion quote from her 1967 essay, American Summer. It begins with the...
Naked
Naked In 9th grade, I bought the book, Naked, by David Sedaris. Maybe it was 10th grade, or that summer between grades. I was around fifteen, anyway. I was a...
So Much To Say
So Much To Say Today on Instagram I got an ad for something called the DMB Gorge Shop. Rotating graphics blinked at me, alternating images of peace signs,...
Retrospectives
Retrospectives Last week, my boyfriend tested positive for Covid and, despite waking up next to each other that morning and sitting across from each other...
No One is OK and Everyone is Fine
Sometimes I am lucky enough to catch myself from falling. This happened a few weeks ago when my boyfriend hugged me and I instantly started to cry. Like most...
For a Minute There, I Lost Myself
For a Minute There, I Lost Myself I recently gave myself permission to take a break. The concept of “recent,” of course, is relative now. In this case, I'm...